Originally posted on September 23, 2008 on www.myspace.com/bowyer512
After work today I went to Empire and had dinner at the Friendly Tavern were Jyl works. While there our friend Will aparently called my cell phone which I had left in the Jeep and then sent a text message to Jyl wanting to hook up for drinks and grub.
After several attempts to text Will back on Jyl’s phone, I walked back out to the Jeep where I saw he had called and left me a message. After speaking to Will and hearing about his amazing new high power light kit (he was like a little kid with a new erector set) I told him to drive out and meet us at the Village Inn in Empire for a drink.
Jyl finished up at work and I followed her to the Village Inn. Shortly after ordering drinks and having a discussion about the NBA and how Jyl dislikes basketball ( I will convert her) Will arrives only to show us his hairy nipples pressed up against the window next to our table.
With that being strangely entertaining, the sillyness was about to begin.
Its funny how Will and I play off one another? Jyl just stares at us like we are a couple of deranged lunatics, which were are, but that’s what makes it a fun time. I know Jyl was tired since she didn’t sleep much lastnight, but she seemed to be entertained somewhat by our ramblings.
After crazy conversations along with food and drink, we decided to head back home. I did have a good time and it was a nice break after working such a long day.
Its nice to just be able to hang out with people you care about and let your hair down.
To be quite honest, if it wasn’t for Jyl and William, I don’t think I would be doing as well as I am. I love them both and just want to say thank you for everything.
support groups…my little fiascos pale next to your’s, but my sanity is tested often enough to provide me with insight. a little kindness and thoughtfulness from others is as important as food and sunlight: sadness makes one feel invisible, cold, and terrified. a little touch of human warmth can get you through the hour, the day–and the night. love becomes a commodity–measured, stored, and appreciated.
need bad ring bologna.